A fervoured image of another worldIs nothing in particular nowAnd imitation comes naturallyBut I never really stopped to think howAnd everyone is a clever cloneA chrome coloured clone am ISo in the abscence of a way of lifeJust repeat this again and again...and againHey, hey come out tonightHey, hey come out tonightPopscene, all right

I'm leaving town to run awayRight into your twisted armsNo queues and there's no panic thereJust dangling your feet in the grassMy lack of natural luster nowSeems to be losing me friendsSo in the abscence of a way of lifeJust repeat this again and again, and againHey, hey come out tonightHey, hey come out tonightPopscene!